At that moment, it was almost in the darkness, clearly unable to see its specific location, but the human potential is often stimulated in such an environment. Two daggers, two faces, two through the wound.
Its head is very different from ordinary people. Not only the surface, but the internal bone structure has also undergone mutations. In general, it is a sharp plunge... The hand feels very good.
There is a certain degree of resilience, but this resilience is not enough to resist the force of the blade. Whether it is a "puff" when the penetrating injury is formed, or the overall sense of breaking, it is very good. It is a modern city, and a good way to relieve pressure.
I don’t know what splashed my face, but the vitality has been conquered, this place can’t stay here for long. The two of them gave up the two daggers on the head of the weird man who was paralyzed on the ground and twitched. Place.
Quietly, the fight turned and snaked, and continued upward.
We are always paying attention to the traces of other people along the way. Whether it was the people Li Yuanyi brought, or Yuanzhi who split up with me.
I confided my feelings about Yuanzhi, and the original body made the same choice as me-to be able to contact him without being in contact. It is a good opportunity to part ways with him now.
While talking about him, I suddenly heard the voice of conversation faintly coming from the front.
The voice of this conversation was very strange. The voice was very thin and sharp, and it was vaguely indistinct. If I didn't confirm it carefully, I thought it was the eggs that hatched in my ears.
Slow down, hold your breath and touch in that direction. Because of the darkness around it, it's easy for two people to hide their heads and show their tails.
As the direction of the voice was getting closer and closer, the words of the two who were gradually talking could be vaguely heard.
The two voices were sharp, so they could spread far in such a quiet environment. The tone of their speech all had a sense of mystery, as if they were talking about something shameful in the corner, but they didn't pay attention to the voice, which made me and the original body attracted.
The sound was finally close at hand, and the two of them lay in a soft corner holding their breaths, a faint sour smell lingering on the tips of their noses. Fortunately, my throat and stomach have already received the assessment of the catastrophe, it is true. It's because I can't afford to vomit interested in these little slaps.
I don't even want to give them a retching.
I couldn't see the two people talking, but the voices were already very close, the atmosphere between them seemed very tense, and the connection between one person and one sentence was close, without any gap.
Listening to the root of the wall is certainly not a good habit, but anything that happens right now deserves careful consideration, so the root of the wall must be listened to.
One of the two voices is sharper, and the other is slightly hoarse.
Just listen to the sharp voice: "How many years has it been?"
The hoarse voice answered almost at the first moment when the word "了" fell: "I don't know if it's still there."
As soon as I heard it, I felt that there was a big story in it. The feelings of these two people had been here before, and this time they came to find something.
"How many years have we not seen each other?" the sharp voice asked again.
"Not long, less than one Jiazi."
"Jiazi, this is a very old vocabulary. What have you discovered over the years?"
"I found out?" The hoarse voice seemed to have some doubts: "I found out that he is resurrecting." (End of this chapter)